311 CHILLS IN THE SUMMERTIME

He missed her a lot and it was disappointing that he seemed to be the only one in the class who felt that way. He hadn't thought the beat-up she got from the bullies would result in her missing classes for almost a week—not that it hadn't been serious, though, but still. He had been trying to get in touch with her, but no one was picking up their house cell, and her half-brothers didn't want to talk about her. He straightened up in his seat as his dad walked in. "Good morning, son," he said, ruffling James's hair before sitting at the table. "Good morning, dad." "Did you sleep well?" "Not really," "Why? Are you alright?" his father asked with concern, which was evident in his voice. "Yeah, I just spent a better part of the night worrying about my friend... Keisha" "Keisha Dawson?" "Yeah," James nodded. "She got beat up the other day and was taken to the hospital. She hasn't been to class since then." Reid stayed silent as he contemplated whether or not to tell him what had h